This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Chapter 171 Wraiths run! Beichuan Temple is here! (Ask for a monthly ticket!)

The pungent burning smell, the cold air, and the sky shrouded in blood.

The dead trees, withered and twisted branches are unable to stretch out, as if someone has hung on them.

At the foot of Beichuan Temple was light yellow loose and cracked soil, and not far in front of him was a doll making workshop that had been burnt black.

There is nothing around this space, which is about one or two thousand square meters, and nothing else can be seen.

Everything around seemed to be covered by the rolling cruel blood-colored sky.

This wraith actually has such a special ability. Beichuan Temple was not in a hurry to enter the puppet making workshop with a hammer in his hand. He searched around and murmured to himself after roughly feeling out the surrounding environment.

The world's great wonders.

The wraith hidden in the doll's abandoned factory not only has a certain amount of wisdom, but can also create such a space.

But Beichuan Temple also knew that this resentful spirit would definitely not have a particularly strong fighting ability.

If his fighting ability was strong, he wouldn't play tricks like that in the front, and just come out to trouble Beichuan Temple.

After four weeks of searching to no avail, Beichuan Temple no longer hesitated and walked towards the gate of the factory workshop.

Different from the blood-colored sky outside, this workshop seems to be able to swallow all the light. The inside is pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

Beichuan Temple took out the flashlight again, turned on the light, and began to scan the surrounding environment.

This doll-making workshop is connected to the other one in front, surrounded by complete machines that have been polished and shone with a crystal luster.

On the other side of the machine, there are many half-assembled dolls hanging.

It seems that in this factory workshop, there are still people working around the clock.

Wait a minute... assembly dolls?

There are still polishing and polishing tools on the workbench where the dolls are assembled.

But apart from those there seems to be a paper file left.

Beichuan Temple walked over and picked it up.

This is a dilapidated economic financial report at that time, and there are still unwilling bloody handprints on the financial report.

As soon as he saw the headline on this financial report, Beichuan Temple couldn't help his eyes twinkling, and he murmured, So that's how it is.

Indeed, if this happened, even if the Sanmu doll factory was not set on fire, it would be inevitable to close down.

The speculation in Beichuan Sixin's heart has been verified more and more.

But he didn't seem to notice.

On this workbench——

The dolls lying quietly on the ceiling of the entire production workshop seemed to be moving slightly.

First, the wrist twisted, then the neck shook, and the tightly closed eyelids seemed to be lifted up.

Then--

The cold death air lingered around the faint blue flames, adhering to the bodies of the dolls, and they burned more violently as if they had encountered gasoline.

But the strange thing is that although the blue flame is burning, there are no burn marks on the surface of the puppet.

But even so, the shrill and miserable cry of a child still tore through the dead silence of the workshop.

A combination of lingering fire and dead air. Beichuan Temple blinked and withdrew his palm.

Zhuhuoyu is the flame fueled by the soul in the shrine, and the dead air will gradually erode and cling to the wraith hidden in the doll. The combination of the two is very effective.

But apart from these— Beichuan Temple's eyes were fixed, and the sledgehammer in his hand turned to aim at the air in front of him and smashed it with all his might!

Roar!!!!

A strange scream came from the air, Beichuan Temple seemed to hit something, and the wooden hammer handle was bent to the limit.

Then—

The feeling of hitting something disappeared, and under Beichuan Temple's lifeless eyes, there was a transparent figure exuding black resentment and fled to another workshop.

Half of his body seemed to be deformed by Beichuan Temple, but his speed was still extremely fast.

Seemingly aware of Beichuan Temple's gaze, this distorted figure sped up and disappeared directly into the next workshop.

Beichuan Temple snorted coldly, and started to use the fire to burn everything around it like a butcher and executioner.

All of a sudden, howling ghosts and wolves, countless elementary and low-level vengeful spirits were contaminated by the garrison fire, and their spirit bodies were burnt to disappear and shattered.

The sledgehammer in his hand fell bloodily and brutally, smashing countless puppet wraiths that fell and were not completely dead.

In the back, when the puppet ghosts saw him, they ran away like a mouse seeing a cat.

Run, run, let's see where you can go. Beichuan Temple licked his lips, his face lifted, and there seemed to be a cold smile on his expressionless face.

He scouted the surrounding environment in advance because he considered that this kind of thing would happen.

This space is only about one or two thousand square meters, and the dolls can't go anywhere no matter how they run.

And these resentful spirits hid here and killed many people. If he catches them now, they will definitely be knocked down so that there is not even a spirit body left.

Xi Kutiao lay pitifully on the neckline of Beichuan Temple, and appropriately showed an evil and cold smile.

The big and the small are like the most terrifying wraiths, with bloody spirits, walking towards the next workshop step by step——

At the waist of Beichuan Temple, the Kagura bell is still jingling, and I don't know whether it is to remind the wraiths around Beichuan Temple, or to remind the wraiths that Beichuan Temple has appeared around...

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Beichuan Temple burned all the previous workshop with resident fire, and came to the next doll making workshop when it was almost done.

This doll making workshop does not seem to be responsible for producing doll parts, but a place where doll parts are sorted.

The extremely smooth thighs and legs connected by ball joints, the heads of dolls packed in plastic bags one by one...

The cruel side like a slaughterhouse didn't arouse Beichuan Temple's thoughts.

Holding a sledgehammer, he smashed a puppet that suddenly rushed up from behind into pieces.

The action is brutal and bloody.

Then he raised his hand and set fire without saying a word, and then sprinkled a deadly fire on the dolls hanging from the ceiling.

For a while, there was another ghost crying and wolf howling.

Some puppet spirits who were hiding in the corner trying to escape from the workshop were also caught by him, and all of them smashed their heads.

Beichuan Temple didn't care about the wraiths who ran to the next workshop, but just muttered coldly:

Yes, run, I'll see where you can go.

You all have to explain here today.

With a lift of his hand, the hammer was like a dagger and smashed half of the doll's resentful expression.

When there was no abnormality in the surrounding area and the Kagura bell did not ring again, Beichuan Temple took a look at the sledgehammer.

After being corroded by dead air, part of the iron sledgehammer has been eroded into molten iron, and some of the remaining parts have also been stained with rust.

but...

There is another handle here, which is convenient for me.

Beichuan Temple saw the same hammer in the corner again, he threw down the defective product and squeezed the hammer into his hand.

It's not that he doesn't use Kanesada.

Instead, the use of Kanesada requires much more dead energy than the hammer. Beichuan Temple used Kanesada while setting fire, which was a bit unbearable.

After all, he didn't know what the resentful spirit of the factory owner would do in the future, so there was nothing wrong with leaving some lifelessness to guarantee the bottom line.

He dragged the sledgehammer across the workshop and came to a wall in front of him.

This is a freestanding wall, not intended to support the workshop.

This wall stands alone at this place, and you can still see people's names written on it.

This may be the so-called wall of fame.

Some people's names and traces have been blackened and distorted, and there is still faint resentment on the entire wall.

What kind of wall is this? It's obviously very strange.

It's not that bad.

Beichuan Temple muttered to himself, without saying a word, he raised his hand and smashed it on the wall with a hammer!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Clang——

The entire wall was smashed open and knocked down by Beichuan Temple.

Since then, the Sanmu Doll Factory has never left a strange story on the wall.

The next place.

Beichuan Temple was like a strange talk sweeper, kicking open the iron door of the next production workshop, and the flashlight shot inward.

Still a dark scene.

There are dense dolls crouching on the ceiling. When they see Beichuan Temple, they are like seeing ghosts, rushing towards the next workshop like living creatures.

These ghosts are actually scared when they see themselves?

Beichuan Temple shook his head.

This time, if it doesn't become a strange talk, it will become a strange talk.

Seeing them fleeing, Beichuan Temple was not in a hurry, but followed them with a sledgehammer, relying on Kagura Ling and Nishi Kujo's pitiful reminders from time to time to drag out some puppet wraiths who were hiding in the dark and were about to get away with it smashed.

From their instinctive expressions of resentment towards the living, Beichuan Temple clearly noticed a trace of panic.

How is this going?

Beichuan Temple frowned slightly.

These wraith dolls seem to have a hint of wisdom, and they also have this kind of humanized expression.

If all of this was done by the owner of the puppet factory, then it must be said that he has indeed researched the puppet with the soul in it.

Although all the hosts are resentful spirits.

But the other party succeeded.

Beichuan Temple shook his head, put these distracting thoughts out of his mind, and slowly walked to the next doll factory workshop.

The same scene, crowded together, the puppet wraiths full of fear.

Um?

These puppet ghosts are a little strange this time.

Although they saw Beichuan Temple, they did not run away, and all crowded at the exit, as if there was something that frightened them in the next workshop.

These wraiths would rather die than run into the next production workshop... Could it be that there is something weird in the next workshop? ...

Beichuan Temple paused, looked past these poor dolls, and shot the vertical light of the flashlight in his hand to the next workshop.

The vertical light was swallowed by the darkness, and it couldn't reach the end at all.

Beichuan Temple took a deep breath, and the dead air and lingering fire erupted, enveloping all the dolls and burning them.

A shrill cry came out, and the dolls fell to the ground wriggling and twisting in pain.

The lingering fire that can burn their original soul is undoubtedly the most restraining thing for them.

If there is no garrison fire, I don't know how long it would take for Beichuan Temple to be smashed one by one.

Beichuan Temple's gaze was as cold as a butcher's. He didn't even look at the wailing puppet on the ground, he raised his foot and walked towards the last workshop.

In it, there may be the answer to his trip.

As soon as he walked into the workshop, a strong stench came to his nostrils.

The stench of rotting corpses and the pungent smell of blood were mixed together.

This workshop is different from other workshops.

There are lights in this workshop.

Scarlet and dim lights sprinkled everywhere, as if covering everything with a layer of blood.

But Beichuan Temple didn't understand.

He just turned on the flashlight, there should be no light in here——

Beichuan Temple turned off the flashlight and looked around.

Not far from him, there are three male corpses hanging.

Beichuan Temple subconsciously walked over.

The corpse was bound by iron chains and hung up by its limbs. Everyone had a look of pain and fear on their faces.

No wonder it happened.

The abdominal cavity of the first corpse was opened, and all the internal organs were taken out, and replaced with beautifully made puppet organs.

At the foot of the first corpse, there was a rusty iron barrel, and a stench came oncoming.

There is also an analysis sheet similar to a medical record sheet hanging on one side of the corpse.

The densely packed words on it made Beichuan Temple frowned.

The above record is very simple, it is about the operation status of the puppet's organs.

but...

Do the doll's organs really work?

Beichuan Temple silently glanced at the corpse.

And then looked down.

The spine of the second body was removed and replaced by a hand-crafted, exceptionally fine spine.

The head of the third corpse was dug up, and the original brain was replaced with a white puppet brain.

Similarly, a record like a medical record is hung next to the two corpses.

But there is no doubt that a person will die if his internal organs are removed, a person will die if his spine is removed, and a person will die if his brain is removed. These blood-stained records have not been written on a few pages.

Moreover, the handwriting on it is dense and scribbled, and it can be seen that the author is not far from a mental breakdown.

But it's no wonder the other party has a nervous breakdown. Beichuan Temple narrowed his eyes.

The identity of the person who wrote these words is self-evident.

Miki doll factory manager.

Let's go over it again.

In 1997, three people disappeared from the Sanmu doll factory, and they all disappeared inside the factory. The suspect must start the investigation from inside the factory.

As the owner of the Miki doll factory, the factory owner must be at the forefront of the suspect investigation.

Now it seems that the puppeteer who can make such exquisite doll products and possesses such superb craftsmanship must be the owner of the Miki doll factory.

It's a pity that the police didn't organize to start an investigation——

A single fire will burn everything... Everything will be sealed in the dust of history, and the Sanmu doll factory will be closed because of this... No, it should have been closed long ago. Bei Chuan Si looked at the distorted transparent figure behind him, and said in a faint voice:

Don't you think so? The owner of the Sanmu doll factory? No, it should be said—the corpse puppet.

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